The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 86 Hong Yuan VS Song Yinglong

Just past noon, the once bustling and lively streets of the city, teeming with people and carriages, were almost deserted.

Even the most oblivious person would have noticed something was wrong.

'Peerless Beauty' single-handedly stormed Jinmingfang in the south of the city with only a spear.

The prefectural government office was attacked, and the prefect was kidnapped by bandits in broad daylight; his fate is unknown.

The White Scale Guards, located in the northeastern district, suddenly made a move and stormed into the city center to fight the Iron Wall Guards.

One astonishing piece of news after another spread explosively, coupled with the sudden increase in the number of soldiers on the streets, and the faint sounds of shouting and screaming.

Not to mention ordinary people who were terrified and huddled inside their houses, even the wealthy and powerful families and gang leaders closed their doors and windows, reduced their manpower, and mobilized all available guards and followers to strengthen their defenses.

The cold wind is rustling.

An atmosphere of bleakness and desolation permeated the air.

A group of dozens of riders galloped recklessly along the long street, their hooves pounding the bluestone slabs with a loud thud, sending sand and fallen leaves flying into the air.

The knights on horseback were all dressed in tight-fitting clothes, and each carried a weapon. There were both men and women, and their expressions varied. The leader was none other than Song Yinglong.

Song Yinglong did not lead his thousand troops to press forward.

First, the White Scale Guard and the Iron Wall Guard have just been subdued, and their morale is unstable. They need to be deterred and suppressed, so it is not advisable to launch an immediate attack.

Secondly, this opponent is no ordinary person. He killed two thousand soldiers with a single shot. How many people did he have to sacrifice?
That still requires a premise: the other party has to fight to the death to run away, which is impossible.

Given the dense network of streets and houses in the city, and the man's high level of martial arts, he could easily escape if he wanted to.

However, Song Yinglong did not go alone; he was accompanied by dozens of people, all of whom were quite skilled. But against a '罡体' level expert, these people were simply no match.

Song Yinglong knew that these dozens of people were useless, but he still brought them along, not for any other reason than to show off the status of a big shot.

Even if a big shot doesn't have a huge army following him when he travels, he still needs to be surrounded by a large entourage.

In no time, they had passed through the badly damaged government office. Dozens of people rushed past, accompanied by a gust of wind, heading straight for the south gate.

They galloped out onto another street, when Song Yinglong suddenly pulled on the reins. The horse let out a long neigh, and the rest of the group stopped and turned their gazes to the other side.

Da da da!
Another rapid hoofbeat arose, dust billowed, and dozens of riders approached from opposite directions, the clanging of swords and armor echoing.

"They are soldiers from the Golden Fort Camp."

A burly man beside Song Yinglong glanced at the knight's attire, his hand on his steel sword, and a sinister smile appeared on his face: "It seems that kid and the manor lord have the same idea. If we had known this, we would have just waited for them to come to us in the camp."

As they spoke, several dozen riders from the Jintang Camp had already arrived ten zhang away, led by Tao Gongwang and his son Tao Jingxing.

The father and son suddenly raised their hands, and dozens of riders stopped and stared at each other.

"Hmm? That kid surnamed Hong didn't come?" The burly man drew his steel sword, his eyes searching among the soldiers of the Golden Soup Camp, and asked with some doubt.

Although he had never met Hong Yuan in person, he had carefully memorized the man's portrait.

No! He's already here!

Song Yinglong spoke casually, then turned his gaze to the four-story teahouse on one side.

On the towering rooftop, a man sat leisurely, holding a wine pot in one hand and a wine cup in the other, pouring himself a drink and enjoying himself immensely.

The man was dressed in a well-tailored black outfit made of high-quality fabric, with a silver spear casually placed beside him. He raised his cup to Song Yinglong from afar, and his clear voice floated down: "Master Song, I have long admired your name. From the first day I heard of your name, I felt that one day you would do something that would attract the world's attention, and today it has indeed come true."

Choking!

The group of martial artists around Song Yinglong drew their weapons, their eyes fixed on the unusually young man on the roof, their faces full of apprehension.

A person's name is like a tree's shadow. The reason they were able to be brought under Song Yinglong's wing and participate in this important matter is because each of them has a special skill. Unlike those greenhorns who think the other party is all talk and no action, they are not like those greenhorns who think the other party is all talk and no action.

Song Yinglong waved his hand, squinted at Hong Yuan, and calmly said, "I have been planning for more than ten or twenty years and have only managed to achieve what I have today by chance. Compared with you, young brother, I am quite ashamed. You have stirred up a prefecture and become famous in all directions in just two months. In terms of the speed of your rise to fame, not to mention Linjiang Prefecture, even in the entire Mingzhou, there are few people in the world who can match you."

Hong Yuan chuckled to himself.

Song Yinglong said calmly, "What are you laughing at, young man?"

Hong Yuan downed the wine in his cup in one gulp, tossed it aside, and then pulled out another wine cup from somewhere, slowly filled it, and said with a smile, "Master Song's praise has made me a little flattered. It would be too impolite not to toast Master Song with a cup."

As he spoke, he flicked his finger across the wine glass, and the wine, tracing a streak of light, shot downwards towards Song Yinglong. Whoosh!
With a casual grab, Song Yinglong brought the cup of wine to his palm, the full cup of wine not spilling a drop. Seeing this, the group of martial artists behind him cheered.

Song Yinglong gazed at the wine glass, gently swirled it, then poured it into his mouth and drank it all, exclaiming loudly, "Good wine!"

Hong Yuan clapped his hands in admiration: "Master Song, you have great courage! Aren't you afraid I'll poison the wine?"

Song Yinglong held the empty wine glass, his face calm. "Judging from your character, I believe you wouldn't do such a thing. Besides, even if you were to use poison, there's no poison in the world that can harm me."

His words were filled with strong self-confidence.

Hong Yuan clapped his hands again and laughed, "As expected of the master of Crouching Tiger Manor, no wonder you can gather so many heroes under your command. You are indeed like a dragon and a tiger, with heroic spirit soaring to the sky."

He sighed deeply again and shook his head, saying, "If it were me, Hong, and someone offered me this kind of dubious wine, I would never dare to drink it. Poisoning is a minor matter; I'm afraid it might have some unclean ingredients added."

"You! You scoundrel!" One of the martial artists under Song Yinglong shouted angrily.

Song Yinglong's expression changed slightly, but he still managed to keep his composure.

Hong Yuan gestured with his hand, his tone relaxed: "I, Hong, would never do such a tasteless thing as burning a zither to cook a crane, defiling fine wine."

"Please rest assured, Master Song!"

Song Yinglong said, "Young brother, you are a hero of great character, and I am very reassured. Although I have only met you today, we have actually been in contact for some time, so there is no need for such formality..."

Hong Yuan raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean by that, Master Song?"

A slight smile played on Song Yinglong's lips as he calmly said, "Under the Fuhu Sect, Brother Xiongwu of Wudu and young Yang Lie have been practicing martial arts and making friends at my manor these days. Especially that young Yang Lie, I found him quite similar to me when I was young, and I had my eye on him. I've already taken him as my disciple. Speaking of which..."

He toyed with his wine glass, staring at Hong Yuan: "Since I am Yang Lie's master, and you call Yang Lie your brother, you should also call me uncle!"

It turns out that after Wu Duxiong and Yang Lie left the Yang Family Martial Arts School, they have been staying at the Crouching Tiger Manor these days...

However, it seems that he has implicated her and has been targeted by Song Yinglong. Entering the manor is easy, but leaving is difficult.

Hong Yuan's thoughts shifted, and he smiled, "So my martial uncle and Yang Lie actually came to Crouching Tiger Manor. I really have to thank the Manor Lord for taking care of them. As for Yang Lie being accepted as a disciple by the Manor Lord, that is Yang Lie's good fortune. I will prepare a congratulatory gift later. Oh, by the way..."

Hong Yuan then changed the subject, asking, "Does the Master of the Manor have any children?"

Song Yinglong frowned: "What do you mean, young brother?"

Hong Yuan sighed and said, "A disciple is half a son to his master. This huge family business of Master Song, whether he has sons or not, will eventually need someone to inherit it. To put it bluntly, given Master Song's age, he might never wake up again. I have to think more about my brother Yang Lie and see who will come to compete with him for the family property. Please don't take offense, Master Song, I'm just a straightforward person."

The martial artists of Wohu Village were already furious, but Song Yinglong laughed out loud: "Young brother, you are straightforward, so I will not blame you. But since you are so concerned about Yang Lie, why don't you just join my Wohu Village? After all, we are practically family."

"If you are willing to come, young brother, your rank will be second only to mine, Song."

Hong Yuan shook the wine pot, a smile on his face: "I'm very sorry, but what I dislike most is standing below others."

“Since that’s the case, then we can only beat them into submission before we start talking…” Song Yinglong’s smile faded, his face hardened again, and he said calmly, “Coincidentally, there are three things in my life that I dislike the most, one of which is when someone speaks to me from a superior position.”

His eyes suddenly turned cold, with a chilling crimson-gold hue flowing within them. He spun the wine glass in his hand, and with a 'whoosh,' he unleashed a powerful shot, like a strong bowstring twanging.

"Come down!"

This ordinary wine glass, under Song Yinglong's powerful exertion, instantly pierced through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Hong Yuan urged his hand, and the wine pot in his palm flew out at the same time. The next instant, it crashed into the air with a 'boom', like gunpowder exploding.

The porcelain shards shattered into tiny pieces, scattering in all directions and striking the crowd below. Under the powerful force, even a small, ordinary piece the size of a soybean seemed to possess the power of a sharp arrow, instantly causing deep penetrating wounds upon impact.

As the exclamation arose, Song Yinglong grabbed a long spear in his hand, and pressed his other hand on the horse's back, preparing to leap into the air.

A sharp gust of wind swept over him, accompanied by the rattling sound of debris.

Hong Yuan's attack was even faster. As he threw out the wine pot, the deadly throat-locking gun was already in his hand. He then swept up like a whirlwind, and the roof tiles were rolled up like straw mats in an instant.

Hong Yuan leaped down from the sky like a giant bird, wielding his spear from several feet high. In a flash of silver light, this spear was not a thrust, but a smash!
Smash it hard!

The force was like thunder, the momentum like a meteor falling from the sky, and the fierce wind spread out, causing the people of Wohuzhuang to change color in horror.

As the horse neighed wildly, a long roar suddenly rang out, as loud as a tiger's roar and thunder, shaking the heavens and causing the windows of the buildings on both sides of the long street to vibrate and tremble. People hiding inside the buildings screamed in terror.

Song Yinglong thrust his spear skyward, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, and charged forward with a thunderous roar.

(End of this chapter)